Looking at the portraits of the two masters on the wanted poster, the pandas were filled with indignation and wanted to skin them and eat their flesh.
"Don't let me see them, otherwise I will skin them alive." A young panda's eyes turned red, he clenched his fists, and shouted loudly in front of everyone.
The young people's opinions aroused extensive discussion, and all Pandaren supported the young people's actions.
"Why do we Pandaren have such despicable traitors?" A chubby Pandaren looked puzzled: "I thought traitors only existed in novels, but I didn't expect that there are traitors among us. They are the Pandaren's
Shame should become the lowest food."
The lowest quality food is probably one of the biggest insults among Pandaren.
While many pandas were discussing, a panda from the Dove of Peace stood on the high platform, showed his white and neat teeth, and spoke loudly:
"The great orcs fought hard for Azeroth. Thrall, the savior, refused to step out of the line of fire even though he was seriously injured. He still insisted on commanding the battle. King Saurfang fought with the cavemen for seven days and seven nights, killing hundreds of thousands of cavemen until
He was carried off the position after he fainted from exhaustion. The orcs are an example for us Pandaren to learn from, and countless heroic heroes have emerged. They fought bloody battles on the front and brought us peace and tranquility. What have we done?"
Under the call of this man, the panda people in Banshan Town were deeply moved and shouted together:
"For Azeroth."
"For Thrall, the great savior."
"For the noble orcs."
Seeing that the atmosphere was almost brewing, the Pandaren of the Dove of Peace announced loudly:
"I suggest that we donate money and materials to the orcs, donate generously to support their heroic battle, and dedicate our love to Azeroth. This is what every panda with a conscience should do."
Soon some pandas came forward to take the lead in donating. You should know that pandas live a simple life and are generally not wealthy, but they never be stingy with the gold coins they have every time they are inspired.
Originally, there were seriously ill relatives at home who needed life-saving medicine; or there were babies who were crying for food, and the food supply at home had run out. However, after hearing the speech of the Dove of Peace, they donated their last gold coin without hesitation.
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These gold coins were collected and finally sent to the hands of the great savior Thrall, who used them to buy his favorite tauren, pandaren and other delicious ingredients to enjoy a luxurious and corrupt life.
Not long after, bad news came. The war on the front line was tense. Even though tens of millions of evil cavemen had been wiped out, they still kept coming, and the great orcs were about to be unable to bear it.
When the orcs needed pandaren cannon fodder, the Doves of Peace once again used their eloquence and spoke impassionedly, telling the evil of the cavemen, the bravery of the orcs, and the greatness of Thrall, the savior:
"The evil cavemen are trying to destroy Azeroth, and all races in Azeroth have united. Compatriots, we pandaren are also a part of Azeroth, and we should dedicate our own strength to Azeroth.
Thrall is waiting for us to save him. Every passionate Pandaren should go to the battlefield and fight for Azeroth. If you sign up, please come here and you can get a signed photo of Thrall, the savior."
Although the pandaren enthusiastically donate money and materials, when they are asked to leave Pandaria and devote themselves to the great cause of saving Azeroth, the pandaren generally shrink back.
In fact, most pandas have no chance to practice martial arts. They are just ordinary people and cannot compare with those warriors with strong martial arts who travel around. The pandas living in the fog are full of fear of the outside world.
The Dove of Peace struggled with its words, but only a few fanatics actually signed up.
The Dove of Peace recruitment was not successful, and Chen Stormstout returned to Pandaria.
His whereabouts are secretive, not showing up in public, and secretly communicating with Pandaren officials.
For example, the mayor of Banshan Town initially received Chen Stormstout with a displeased look on his face, and did not know what they talked about. When parting, he was reluctant to part with Stormstout, with a flattering and flattering look on his face.
In this secret negotiation, Doras' wealth played an important role. When the mayor looked at the ordinary people, he clearly saw piles of gold coins walking around.
The very next day, the mayor summoned all the young adults of the appropriate age in Banshan Town and began to give a speech tirelessly, mobilizing them to join the army of orcs. He spoke of the cruelty, evil and greatness of the cavemen.
The heroes of the orcs fought hard.
Although the pandas' blood boiled when they heard this, and they wanted to rush into the battlefield and kill the cavemen immediately, their attachment to the land, their nostalgia for their hometown, and their longing for their relatives still made them hesitant.
This mobilization meeting lasted all day. The mayor invited several highly respected pandas to take turns giving speeches to the pandas of the appropriate age. At the end of the day, the pandas present did not even take a sip of water. They were all thirsty and hungry.
Seeing that the sun was about to set, the mayor sent someone to deliver a sumptuous dinner.
The pandas feasted on the food and destroyed all the food in a hurry.
The mayor took out the registration form, blocked the only exit, and said with a smile: "Azeroth is facing life and death, and everyone needs to contribute their own efforts. All compatriots who are brave enough to save the world come here to sign up."
Many pandas remained silent. At this moment, a young panda felt uncomfortable in his stomach and wanted to go to the toilet. As soon as he stood up, he heard the mayor yell:
"Very good, we have the first warrior. Come on, warrior, press your paw prints."
The panda man was too shy to retort, so he could only press his paw prints, then quickly left the room and ran towards the toilet.
Not long after, the pandas in the room felt violent churning in their stomachs one after another, and were eager to go out to relieve themselves. As a result, countless paw prints appeared on the mayor's roster, and he smiled from ear to ear.
This is the method that Chen Stormstout secretly taught. For every additional panda paw print on the roster, the mayor can earn five to ten gold coins, depending on the size and size.
Of course, there are also pandaren who press their paw prints and refuse to admit their guilt, and refuse to join the orc army.
In the days that followed, they lived a hard life amid accusations of being cowards and deserters, and suffered criticism from countless pandaren. Their lives were miserable, and some even couldn't bear it and went to the end of the road.
However, the pandas forgot that none of the pandas who pressed their paw prints came back.
The role of gold coins is unlimited. In less than half a month, the recruitment task of 500,000 Pandaren was completed.
Half a million pandas rode on ten ancient turtles and arrived at Lage City with confused expressions on their faces.
They had no weapons, no armor, and were bare-handed. After they ate all the dry food they brought, there was no more food for them. They had a bumpy journey, hungry, dizzy, and weak in their legs and feet.
After finally getting ashore, the first thing I saw was groups of heavily armed orcs, carrying various terrifying weapons and looking at them ferociously.
An orc who looked like an officer came out and pointed to the Great City Road on the horizon:
"Have you seen the city in front of you? This is the evil Rag City. Follow my orders and charge." (To be continued)